dear.'
'He's got looks. I can carry him.'
'You've got a pretty good opinion of yourself, haven't
you? But you're wrong. If you want to make a success you can't afford to have a leading man who's not up to the mark.'
'I don't care. I'd rather marry him and be a failure than be a success and married to somebody else.'
'Are you a virgin?'
Julia giggled again.
'I don't know that it's any business of yours, but in point of fact I am.'
'I thought you were. Well, unless it means something to you, why don't you go over to Paris with him for a fortnight when we close? He won't be sailing till August. It might get him out of your system.'
'Oh, he wouldn't. He's not that sort of man. You see, he's by way of being a gentleman.'
'Even the upper classes propagate their species.'
'You don't understand,' said Julia haughtily.
'I bet you don't either.'
Julia did not condescend to reply. She was really very unhappy.
'I can't live without him, I tell you. What am I to do with myself when he's away?'
'Stay on with me. I'll give you a contract for another year. I've got a lot of new parts I want to give you and I've got a juvenile in my eye who's a find. You'll be surprised how much easier you'll find it when you've got a chap opposite you who'll really give you something. You can have twelve pounds a week.'
Julia went up to him and stared into his eyes searchingly.
'Have you done all this to get me to stay on for another year? Have you broken my heart and ruined my whole life just to keep me in your rotten theatre?'
'I swear I haven't. I like you and I admire you. And we've done better business the last two years than we've ever done before. But damn it, I wouldn't play you a dirty trick like that.'
'You liar, you filthy liar.'
'I swear it's the truth.'
'Prove it then,' she said violently.
'How can I prove it? You know I'm decent really.'
'Give me fifteen pounds a week and I'll believe you.'
'Fifteen pounds a week? You know what our takings
are. How can I? Oh well, all right. But I shall have to pay
three pounds out of my own pocket.'
'A fat lot I care.'
6
After a fortnight of rehearsals, Michael was thrown out of the part for which he had been engaged, and for three or four weeks was left to kick his heels about till something else could be found for him. He opened in due course in a play that ran less than a month in New York. It was sent on the road; but languished and was withdrawn. After another wait he was given a part in a costume play where his good looks shone to such advantage that his indifferent acting was little noticed, and in this he finished the season. There was no talk of renewing his contract. Indeed the manager who had engaged him was caustic in his comments.
'Gee, I'd give something to get even with that fellow Langton, the son of a bitch,' he said. 'He knew what he was doing all right when he landed me with that stick.'
Julia wrote to Michael constantly, pages and pages of love and gossip, while he answered once a week, four pages exactly in a neat, precise hand. He always ended up by sending her his best love and signing himself hers very affectionately, but the rest of his letter was more informative than passionate. Yet she awaited its coming in an agony of impatience and read it over and over again. Though he wrote cheerfully, saying little about the theatre except that the parts they gave him were rotten and the plays in which he was expected to act beneath contempt, news travels in the theatrical world, and Julia knew that he had not made good.
'I suppose it's beastly of me,' she thought, 'but thank God, thank God.'
When he announced the date of his sailing she could not contain her joy. She got Jimmie so to arrange his programme that she might go and meet him at Liverpool.
'If the boat comes in late I shall probably stay the night,' she told Jimmie.
He smiled ironically.
'I suppose you think that in the excitement of homecoming you may work the trick.'
'What a beastly little man you
'He's got looks. I can carry him.'
'You've got a pretty good opinion of yourself, haven't
you? But you're wrong. If you want to make a success you can't afford to have a leading man who's not up to the mark.'
'I don't care. I'd rather marry him and be a failure than be a success and married to somebody else.'
'Are you a virgin?'
Julia giggled again.
'I don't know that it's any business of yours, but in point of fact I am.'
'I thought you were. Well, unless it means something to you, why don't you go over to Paris with him for a fortnight when we close? He won't be sailing till August. It might get him out of your system.'
'Oh, he wouldn't. He's not that sort of man. You see, he's by way of being a gentleman.'
'Even the upper classes propagate their species.'
'You don't understand,' said Julia haughtily.
'I bet you don't either.'
Julia did not condescend to reply. She was really very unhappy.
'I can't live without him, I tell you. What am I to do with myself when he's away?'
'Stay on with me. I'll give you a contract for another year. I've got a lot of new parts I want to give you and I've got a juvenile in my eye who's a find. You'll be surprised how much easier you'll find it when you've got a chap opposite you who'll really give you something. You can have twelve pounds a week.'
Julia went up to him and stared into his eyes searchingly.
'Have you done all this to get me to stay on for another year? Have you broken my heart and ruined my whole life just to keep me in your rotten theatre?'
'I swear I haven't. I like you and I admire you. And we've done better business the last two years than we've ever done before. But damn it, I wouldn't play you a dirty trick like that.'
'You liar, you filthy liar.'
'I swear it's the truth.'
'Prove it then,' she said violently.
'How can I prove it? You know I'm decent really.'
'Give me fifteen pounds a week and I'll believe you.'
'Fifteen pounds a week? You know what our takings
are. How can I? Oh well, all right. But I shall have to pay
three pounds out of my own pocket.'
'A fat lot I care.'
6
After a fortnight of rehearsals, Michael was thrown out of the part for which he had been engaged, and for three or four weeks was left to kick his heels about till something else could be found for him. He opened in due course in a play that ran less than a month in New York. It was sent on the road; but languished and was withdrawn. After another wait he was given a part in a costume play where his good looks shone to such advantage that his indifferent acting was little noticed, and in this he finished the season. There was no talk of renewing his contract. Indeed the manager who had engaged him was caustic in his comments.
'Gee, I'd give something to get even with that fellow Langton, the son of a bitch,' he said. 'He knew what he was doing all right when he landed me with that stick.'
Julia wrote to Michael constantly, pages and pages of love and gossip, while he answered once a week, four pages exactly in a neat, precise hand. He always ended up by sending her his best love and signing himself hers very affectionately, but the rest of his letter was more informative than passionate. Yet she awaited its coming in an agony of impatience and read it over and over again. Though he wrote cheerfully, saying little about the theatre except that the parts they gave him were rotten and the plays in which he was expected to act beneath contempt, news travels in the theatrical world, and Julia knew that he had not made good.
'I suppose it's beastly of me,' she thought, 'but thank God, thank God.'
When he announced the date of his sailing she could not contain her joy. She got Jimmie so to arrange his programme that she might go and meet him at Liverpool.
'If the boat comes in late I shall probably stay the night,' she told Jimmie.
He smiled ironically.
'I suppose you think that in the excitement of homecoming you may work the trick.'
'What a beastly little man you
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